A rainswept city vista, circa 6AM
The kind of light they find you in
Since they became too light to touch
It’s so hard to take, but they took too much
Those friends of mine went up to join the guiding hand
More gutter dust, sucked in from the shadowlands
Waiting here so patient for absent friends
In a sinking city, circa 6AM
When it all falls down, here in my heart you’ll never drown
In the rain of London town, your guiding hand reaches out
Coming down, back to your yard, see who’s around
When it all comes falling down, your guiding hand reaches out
Your guiding hand reaches out…
Came back claiming your home turf
Like a firework falling back to Earth
A rainswept city vista, circa 6AM
Your guiding hand is leading me astray again
Through the piss-stained alleyways to the late blocks, teeming
Lockjaw data boys and girls screaming, ‘Don’t go dreaming…’
I long for days that eased in through the trees
With Capris and bad Es and allotments in the breezes swayed
In the low violet light that hunts the dying day
Your guiding hand visits me to say:
Did you wanna see me tonight?
Sat on a sofa, side by side
I was a feeling with its foot in the door
I wanna get high like you’ve never known me before
I want you to feel like you’ve never loved me before
When it all falls down…
I’m glad when people fall in love, it’s just a culture shock
Rewrote the story of my life for you then lost the plot
And sometimes I find it hard to be my father’s son
Finding paradise at night, where the buses run
No more cocaine conversations
People talk at me but I’m tuned to a different station
To your guiding hand, there’s an oath, I swore it
But every time you try to live they fucking kill you for it
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